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Nov 2020
The last leaf just fell on me
Did you see it?
It was yellow and cheeky
Crept up on me behind my back and swooped over my shoulder

There will be no more leaves this year that's it
No more colour for us to see
Roll on Spring
Roll on colour
Notes from a walk this morning
Brian Turner
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Brian Turner  United Kingdom
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